This is exactly how I feel most days. I believe in..Something. I’ve never really been sure what. I tried to be a good Catholic girl, throw myself into the Good News and teaching the Word. But the more that I actually read it, the more that the Church upholds antiquated commandments, the more they preach love, but only for those that conform… the more I am pushed away. I cannot support bigotry even if it’s wrapped in a big ol’ Catholic bow.

I truly believe we all came from “Somewhere” even the Big Bang couldn’t have been unless something was there to make it happen… So that’s my version of God. The goodness in the world is what keeps me going. The love and joy that I feel inside is what I want to spread and feel surrounding me. But I know that prayer doesn’t solve the worlds problems. I know that if I need something fixed, I can reach out for help from my community or get it done myself. But God will not do that for me. I have to do it myself.